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Delta Dawn

Delta Dawn,
What's that flower you have on?
Could it be a faded rose from days gone by?
And did I hear you say
He was meeting you here today,
To take you to his mansion in the sky.

She's forty-one
And her daddy still calls her baby,
All the folks around Brownsville say she's crazy,
Cause she walks downtown
With a suitcase in her hand,
looking for a mysterious dark-haired man.

In her younger days they called her Delta Dawn,
Prettiest woman you ever laid eyes on,
Then a man of low degree stood by her side,
And promised her he'd take her for his bride.

Delta Dawn,
What's that flower you have on?
Could it be a faded rose from days gone by?
And did I hear you say
He was meeting you here today,
To take you to his mansion in the sky.

Delta Dawn,
What's that flower you have on?
Could it be a faded rose from days gone by?
And did I hear you say
He was meeting you here today,
To take you to his mansion in the sky.

Delta Dawn,
What's that flower you have on?
Could it be a faded rose from days gone by?
And did I hear you say
He was meeting you here today,
To take you to his mansion in the sky.

Delta Dawn,
What's that flower you have on?
Could it be a faded rose from days gone by?
And did I hear you say
He was meeting you here today,
To take you to his mansion in the sky.